Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Another plus for biking: Hairstyle of the Gods

Saving electricity and reducing noise pollutionToday’s post was written in the dead of night during a brief attack of insomnia. Now I’m getting a late start, thanks a lot. The text is all ready to go except that I can’t find the photo that goes with it. I’m so MAD. I’m mad as heck.

I have to leave now. I can’t take all day on this. Know that as you read this I’m careening through residential streets with a wet mop on my head. Why? Because I object to hair dryers, and this is the only way I can dry my hair in a hurry. I’ll stick to the small side streets and leave my helmet off till I hit Broadway. By that time my hair'll be dry as a bone and sticking straight out the way I like it. There's people that fork out big bucks for this look, but not me.

It isn’t dignified to lurch out of the house looking like you just this minute leapt from the shower. But no one will know. Tomorrow I'll be back on my usually zen morning routine.

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About Me

"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts.
PS: My other bike is a broom.